Title: Open Road
Author: Stephie8 a.k.a Philerchic8
E-Mail: stephie_8@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe)
Spoilers: umm.... Three Words, Within, Without, Deadalive
Classification: MSR, angst
Disclaimer: The X-Files and all related characters belong to Chris
Carter, 1013 Productions, and Fox Productions. I am just
borrowingthem for a little while so please don't sue! Besides I
barely get an allowance as it is, so its not like you'll strike it rich.
Archiving: Anywhere!! Please let me know so I can tell all my
friends!!
Feedback: Please!! Send any constructive criticism to
stephie_8@hotmail.com. Send any flames to
whocares@notme.com
Summary: The open road holds the future for Mulder, Scully, and
Baby X, but has Mulder's lie destroyed the path to happiness.
Author Notes: After pondering Three Words for one whole week, I
decided to express my feelings about the ride home after Mulder
escapes from the FSC.
Dedication: All the fans who have waited patiently for Mulder's
return and are looking forward to the final five episodes of season
8!
As always to Eme keep hickville insight, and my version of
Mulder is more loveable :)!
Here it goes!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The long, dark road stretched out for miles, and the car was filled
with tension. Tension, so thick that one touch or word could light a
spark that would no doubt destroy the closest relationship Dana
Scully ever had.
After an internal debate that lasted a brief minute, Scully pulled her
eyes off the road and glanced at the dark, sulking figure to her
right. His eyes stared hopelessly out the passenger side window,
and for a moment in time Scully saw a lost, little boy, who had
failed at saving the world.
Her heart ached for this man, yet she couldn't find the words to
express her concern. Once again she was forced to stare at the open
road and the starlit sky.
The stars shined brightly in the midnight sky. Suddenly, Scully felt
her eyes fill with tears at the memory of a long, lost conversation
about starlight.
Mulder looked up with surprise as he felt the car shift off the road
and come to a stop on the grassy shoulder.
"What's wrong," he asked his voice filled with concern.
"I . . . I don't know," Scully answered feeling warm tears slide
helplessly down her cheeks. She could feel waves of concern
radiating from the man to her right. Scared, she turned toward the
stars for comfort. "I think I've lost something and I just discovered
how much it meant to me."
Noticing the tears and quivering voice of his partner, Mulder
questioned, never taking his eyes off the petite redhead. "What
have you lost?"
"My best friend," her voice dropped to a small whisper and the
tears continued to fall.
Mulder was suddenly speechless. He knew in his heart that this
conversation was heading into very unfamiliar territory. Both he
and Scully were going to have to face the truth because no matter
what happened the truth was all that mattered.
"Mulder what . . . what happened to us?" Her voice sounded
timid and scared. Scully's eyes never left the bright crystalline
stars. "I . . . I'm scared. What if things have changed forever?"
"Scully," he protested.
"Mulder, the day I found out you had disappeared, I learned that I
was pregnant," she stated matter-of-factly.
He nodded, understanding that Scully needed him to listen, for her
sake.
"I was so afraid. For the first time in my left I felt so alone.
Somehow . . . somehow I managed to survive," she looked up at
him with tears shining on her delicate eyelashes. "I learned so
much about you those first couple of days. I discovered you had
lied to me. Lied, Mulder . . . my god I trusted you with everything,
only to find out you couldn't trust me enough to share your
secrets."
She reached into her pocket for the small, white handkerchief.
After wiping her tired eyes, she stared dead into his golden, hazel
eyes.
"You were dying and I realized that you couldn't even share your
pain with me. I remember reading your charts and having the
Gunmen analyze them. I prayed those charts were fabricated, that
they were lies being used to divert me from my quest, to find you,"
the anger began to reveal itself through her words.
"The Gunmen called me that night, confirming my worse fears,"
her hand moved to the rounded slope of her stomach as she relived
that horrible night. "I think it took me days to clean the glass from
the floor of my kitchen. I was so angry, Mulder. I was angry at you
. . . and at myself. My god, I'm a doctor I should have noticed these
things. I should have seen your symptoms . . . or something," her
voice began to fade.
Mulder moved to place his hand on her shoulder, for comfort.
Scully cringed involuntarily and Mulder's hand remained on his
thigh.
"Why . . . why Mulder? Why couldn't you trust me? I loved you so
much. I thought we had finally decided to be honest with each
other the day we began this relationship," she looked to him with
fear in her eyes and suddenly the car became silent.
"Scully," he began gently. "The day I found out about my illness, I
never intended on lying to you about it," he placed his fingers
under her chin and lifted her face so that their eyes were locked.
"I wanted to protect you . . . from all the pain I went through with
your cancer. It was wrong of me to think that, but I didn't feel like I
had a choice. Believe me Scully, I never wanted to hurt you. I'm so
sorry."
Mulder's eyes filled with tears. "Please . . . please don't doubt my
trust or my love, Scully. You have been and will always be my life.
I never wanted things to happen like this," his eyes fell to his feet.
"What are we going to do," he asked to no one.
"We were so naive to think that this relationship would be anything
other than abnormal," she answered trying to smile through her
tears.
"Yeah," he added. "Scully, I'm so sorry for putting you through
this. I never wanted you to feel like I didn't trust you. You will
always be the only one I trust. I am so happy for you," he gestured
toward her rounded belly and the small life inside.
"Us," she whispered.
"What?"
"You should be happy for us, Mulder. This child is ours," she
replied.
"H . . . how?"
"I think it was sometime after the credits to 'Caddyshack' finally
ended," she smiled.
"Oh my god, Scully this is . . . incredible. Thank you . . . thank you
for loving me and putting up with me the past few days."
"I just can't believe you would think otherwise," she took his hand
and intertwined their fingers.
He slowly lowered his face toward hers. The tension dissipated
with the contact of their lips. When the kiss ended, Scully placed
their entwined hands on her stomach.
"Mulder, this is forever. We can't change the past, but we can still
shape the future."
"Always, Scully, always."
"Promise me one thing, Mulder."
"Anything."
"You'll get help. You've been through a very traumatic experience,
Mulder. You need to have someone help you work through this.
Please, you can't do this alone," she pleaded.
"Scully, I will. I will try, but I want you with me every step of the
way."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," she smiled and together they
set out on the open road.
Together they would fight the future and discover their paths.
Author: Stephie8 a.k.a Philerchic8
E-Mail: stephie_8@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe)
Spoilers: umm.... Three Words, Within, Without, Deadalive
Classification: MSR, angst
Disclaimer: The X-Files and all related characters belong to Chris
Carter, 1013 Productions, and Fox Productions. I am just
borrowingthem for a little while so please don't sue! Besides I
barely get an allowance as it is, so its not like you'll strike it rich.
Archiving: Anywhere!! Please let me know so I can tell all my
friends!!
Feedback: Please!! Send any constructive criticism to
stephie_8@hotmail.com. Send any flames to
whocares@notme.com
Summary: The open road holds the future for Mulder, Scully, and
Baby X, but has Mulder's lie destroyed the path to happiness.
Author Notes: After pondering Three Words for one whole week, I
decided to express my feelings about the ride home after Mulder
escapes from the FSC.
Dedication: All the fans who have waited patiently for Mulder's
return and are looking forward to the final five episodes of season
8!
As always to Eme keep hickville insight, and my version of
Mulder is more loveable :)!
Here it goes!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The long, dark road stretched out for miles, and the car was filled
with tension. Tension, so thick that one touch or word could light a
spark that would no doubt destroy the closest relationship Dana
Scully ever had.
After an internal debate that lasted a brief minute, Scully pulled her
eyes off the road and glanced at the dark, sulking figure to her
right. His eyes stared hopelessly out the passenger side window,
and for a moment in time Scully saw a lost, little boy, who had
failed at saving the world.
Her heart ached for this man, yet she couldn't find the words to
express her concern. Once again she was forced to stare at the open
road and the starlit sky.
The stars shined brightly in the midnight sky. Suddenly, Scully felt
her eyes fill with tears at the memory of a long, lost conversation
about starlight.
Mulder looked up with surprise as he felt the car shift off the road
and come to a stop on the grassy shoulder.
"What's wrong," he asked his voice filled with concern.
"I . . . I don't know," Scully answered feeling warm tears slide
helplessly down her cheeks. She could feel waves of concern
radiating from the man to her right. Scared, she turned toward the
stars for comfort. "I think I've lost something and I just discovered
how much it meant to me."
Noticing the tears and quivering voice of his partner, Mulder
questioned, never taking his eyes off the petite redhead. "What
have you lost?"
"My best friend," her voice dropped to a small whisper and the
tears continued to fall.
Mulder was suddenly speechless. He knew in his heart that this
conversation was heading into very unfamiliar territory. Both he
and Scully were going to have to face the truth because no matter
what happened the truth was all that mattered.
"Mulder what . . . what happened to us?" Her voice sounded
timid and scared. Scully's eyes never left the bright crystalline
stars. "I . . . I'm scared. What if things have changed forever?"
"Scully," he protested.
"Mulder, the day I found out you had disappeared, I learned that I
was pregnant," she stated matter-of-factly.
He nodded, understanding that Scully needed him to listen, for her
sake.
"I was so afraid. For the first time in my left I felt so alone.
Somehow . . . somehow I managed to survive," she looked up at
him with tears shining on her delicate eyelashes. "I learned so
much about you those first couple of days. I discovered you had
lied to me. Lied, Mulder . . . my god I trusted you with everything,
only to find out you couldn't trust me enough to share your
secrets."
She reached into her pocket for the small, white handkerchief.
After wiping her tired eyes, she stared dead into his golden, hazel
eyes.
"You were dying and I realized that you couldn't even share your
pain with me. I remember reading your charts and having the
Gunmen analyze them. I prayed those charts were fabricated, that
they were lies being used to divert me from my quest, to find you,"
the anger began to reveal itself through her words.
"The Gunmen called me that night, confirming my worse fears,"
her hand moved to the rounded slope of her stomach as she relived
that horrible night. "I think it took me days to clean the glass from
the floor of my kitchen. I was so angry, Mulder. I was angry at you
. . . and at myself. My god, I'm a doctor I should have noticed these
things. I should have seen your symptoms . . . or something," her
voice began to fade.
Mulder moved to place his hand on her shoulder, for comfort.
Scully cringed involuntarily and Mulder's hand remained on his
thigh.
"Why . . . why Mulder? Why couldn't you trust me? I loved you so
much. I thought we had finally decided to be honest with each
other the day we began this relationship," she looked to him with
fear in her eyes and suddenly the car became silent.
"Scully," he began gently. "The day I found out about my illness, I
never intended on lying to you about it," he placed his fingers
under her chin and lifted her face so that their eyes were locked.
"I wanted to protect you . . . from all the pain I went through with
your cancer. It was wrong of me to think that, but I didn't feel like I
had a choice. Believe me Scully, I never wanted to hurt you. I'm so
sorry."
Mulder's eyes filled with tears. "Please . . . please don't doubt my
trust or my love, Scully. You have been and will always be my life.
I never wanted things to happen like this," his eyes fell to his feet.
"What are we going to do," he asked to no one.
"We were so naive to think that this relationship would be anything
other than abnormal," she answered trying to smile through her
tears.
"Yeah," he added. "Scully, I'm so sorry for putting you through
this. I never wanted you to feel like I didn't trust you. You will
always be the only one I trust. I am so happy for you," he gestured
toward her rounded belly and the small life inside.
"Us," she whispered.
"What?"
"You should be happy for us, Mulder. This child is ours," she
replied.
"H . . . how?"
"I think it was sometime after the credits to 'Caddyshack' finally
ended," she smiled.
"Oh my god, Scully this is . . . incredible. Thank you . . . thank you
for loving me and putting up with me the past few days."
"I just can't believe you would think otherwise," she took his hand
and intertwined their fingers.
He slowly lowered his face toward hers. The tension dissipated
with the contact of their lips. When the kiss ended, Scully placed
their entwined hands on her stomach.
"Mulder, this is forever. We can't change the past, but we can still
shape the future."
"Always, Scully, always."
"Promise me one thing, Mulder."
"Anything."
"You'll get help. You've been through a very traumatic experience,
Mulder. You need to have someone help you work through this.
Please, you can't do this alone," she pleaded.
"Scully, I will. I will try, but I want you with me every step of the
way."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," she smiled and together they
set out on the open road.
Together they would fight the future and discover their paths.